Karamo’s Final Cut

Check the fit, check the vibe, but check the exit door.

Karamo’s got the wisdom but he’s ghosting the couch,

Left the press junket with a pout and a “ouch.”

He was hired for the heart, now he’s playing the part

Of a vanishing act, yeah, he’s off of the chart.

Is it drama?

Is it trauma?

Is it tea in the pot?

Whatever it is, the temperature’s hot.

Eye on the exit, eye on the door,

Queer Eye’s got a hole in the floor.

Karamo, Karamo, where’d you go?

Left us mid-sentence, stealing the show.

Yeah, he’s gone, gone, gone,

Before the break of dawn.

No advice today.

No deep breaths.

No breakthrough moments.

Just empty chairs.

The culture expert… just cultured himself out.

I guess some things just can't be fixed in forty-five minutes.

Next time, bring a therapist for the therapist.

Peace out.